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Александр Барыкин
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Александр Барыкин
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Oh, belladonna, never knew the pain
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe you drive me insane
You often let it just carelessly blaze
And you move in silence, it is so delicately laid
Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much
Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much
I came from passion and you gave it a name
Things are poison like needles in the driving rain
The sun smiled discreetly at you, watched with such grace
Now I must slip away, but can you forget my face?
Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much
Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much
Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much
Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much
Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much
Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much
Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much
Out of reach, out of touch
How you've learned to hate so much
Written by: Александр Барыкин
